sanama

I didn’t see the sun today

Instead I saw the lights being switched on at the job agency

Its hollow mystery

like a fly trap expecting the brave to enter

I saw occasional cars, buses and their passengers

I saw a driver halt next to a road to take a leak by the pale bushes,

pissing against the wind maybe the driver

dives into the dark returns with cultivated blueberries

It is in itself a cultivated act 

to return with berries as if one would have 

intentionally watched bank advertisements to learn how to live

to know how to walk conventionally inside of an apartment how the breakfast

of lovely people looks like with what kind of ease

they pedal their Babboe cargo bike as if uphills wouldn’t have been invented

and when they finally arrive somewhere with their Babboe cargo bike

the place opens up in front of them like

a village that has eagerly waited for their return

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I heard banging from fireworks and saw no lights in the sky

I saw last night’s trash and could still imagine its smell

There were delivery workers by bike by car

There were cleaners in a basement

or people living in the basement of a cleaning company

I saw a long hug

a conversation that made a child look bored

but I was too late for the sun